On Top Of MY Game

I'm so cold I shiver when I write


With every endeavor no matter the weather, I write


Even in the rain I put out at least one page


I'm not done yet


I completed a pamphlet to better everyone mindset


I stopped saying some day and made today my plan A


Created a master piece and though you doubt me, published it, selling every copy


With or without you I will have this baby called success


Carry him full turn plus a few more months


Birth him on the table and call him "impress...."


If I don't make it you can take me, but for now just watch me, take over the path I'm paving for me

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